There I was, driving up Hope Street, minding my own business when:
Incoming Radio Message: "Central Control to all services on Great Western Road at Blairdardie; watch out for a group of about ten youths in the area, they're flagging down buses and when you're stopped at the bus stop they try to put fireworks down your fuel tank. Control out."
There is NO way I would be stopping in Blairdardie tonight! Not for anyone. Even if it's a gaggle of twittering old muppets waving their walking sticks at me to make me stop (which they often do), I would just shake my head and roll past. An exploding fuel tank would make the July 7th bus bomb in London look like a muffled Pepsi burp.
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